"Just don’t listen to him, kid. He’s pulling your leg. If this were ten years ago, he might have had a point."
Another grandpa chid in, "My niece is thirty-two. She’s gentle, considerate, and everyone says so. The perfect partner for a family man. Marrying her would be like hitting the jackpot."
Soon, a dissenting voice piped up. "Everything you said is true, but it’s a sha your niece is divorced and has a son. Who’d be willing to take on that baggage?"
These old n were first-rate at tearing others down.
Still, compared to other avenues, the won they recomnded were actually decent—certainly more reliable than what you’d find on matchmaking sites or at matchmaking corners.
"Thanks, grandpas, but I’m not looking to get married right now. If that changes in the future, I’ll be sure to ask for your advice."
With that, he escaped their clutches and jogged ahead.
Before long, the sound of silvery laughter rang out beside him. He turned his head and saw the young girl.
"Uncle Sun, long ti no see! Happy New Year!"
Yang Xintian was still dressed in her usual non-mainstream fashion. Of course, it was completely different from the non-mainstream style of the ’90s generation. This was the non-mainstream of the current era. Her clothes, jewelry, and even her hairstyle were unique. Today, she had her hair in dense dreadlocks. The small, intricate braids looked quite interesting, especially against the backdrop of her face.
So, the idea that non-mainstream fashion is ugly is a total myth. As long as soone is attractive enough, any kind of non-mainstream style can still be stunning.
"Happy New Year. You live here too?" Sun Dasheng asked, sowhat surprised.
Yang Xintian ran over to jog shoulder-to-shoulder with him. "My family has always lived here. Does your family live here now too, Uncle Sun? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before."
He slowed his pace for the young girl and said in a relaxed tone, "I just bought the house here. I didn’t live in this neighborhood before."
"No wonder!" Yang Xintian nodded coolly. "Which building is yours, Uncle Sun? I’ll co visit when I have ti."
She was in good shape and had no trouble keeping pace with Sun Dasheng.
"There, the one right in the middle," Sun Dasheng pointed.
"Holy crap! I know that building! It’s the most expensive one in our community, worth over a hundred million, I heard. Uncle Sun, I had no idea you were so rich! Hey, let ask, how’d you make all that money?"
She asked the question bluntly, but there was no malice in her tone—just pure curiosity.
"Nothing special. I’m in investnt," Sun Dasheng said nonchalantly.
"An investor! I know what that is. A lot of my wealthy classmates have family mbers who are investors. No wonder you’re so rich. Most of the wealthy people in Shanghai City are in investnt."
She wasn’t wrong. After all, Shanghai City is the financial center of China. Land prices are so high that it’s difficult for traditional brick-and-mortar businesses to develop here. Most of them have relocated to nearby areas, like the Su Daqiang region. With fewer industrialists and more people in finance and tech, it created the perception that investors here were wealthier. Well, it wasn’t exactly a perception; these investors truly reaped the benefits of the era, and most of them made a fortune.
After they finished their run, he was about to head ho when the young girl called out to him.
"Uncle Sun, wait a second! I have a favor to ask." She stood there with her hands in her pockets, speaking coolly. Though she was asking for help, her tone held none of the expected politeness.
"Is this how you ask for a favor?" Sun Dasheng asked, glancing at her empty hands.
She got the hint imdiately. He was talking about paynt. It was a tired old line among her crowd. What a pity she wasn’t as rich as he was. Using money was obviously out of the question.
She bit her lip and finally said, "Help this one ti, and the paynt will be the sa as last ti."
"Oh? And what was it like last ti?" Sun Dasheng asked, feigning ignorance. He just wanted to tease this cool-acting girl. Trying to act cool in front of , little lady? That won’t be easy.
Evidently, she was thick-skinned enough not to be fazed by his teasing, though her expression soured slightly.
"Just like in the restroom last ti, how about it? You’re a man, why are you being more hesitant than ? Is it a deal or not? Just give a straight answer."
Hmph! This little lady had quite a fiery temper. He knew she was trying to provoke him, but he was happy to play along.
"Fine. Tell what’s going on and how you want to help."
"Now that’s more like it, my dear uncle," Yang Xintian bantered back.
But she quickly got down to business and explained the situation. Sun Dasheng nodded. He understood.
The girl wanted to ask Xiang Zixuan to hang out. Unfortunately, the other girl had a very strict older brother who wouldn’t let his sister go out alone with Yang Xintian. So now, she wanted Sun Dasheng to pretend to be her boyfriend to lower the brother’s guard, making it possible for her to go out with her crush.
What are kids thinking these days? Sun Dasheng didn’t understand it, but he chose to be respectful.
"Let go ho and change. I’ll et you at the community entrance in a little while."
"OK!" She gave him an "OK" sign with her hand and turned to head ho.
「An hour later.」
In the Bentley parked at the entrance to the community, the passenger door opened. Yang Xintian, now in different clothes and makeup, slid into the seat.
"I thought you were a tomboy. How co putting on makeup takes you as long as any other girl?" Sun Dasheng grumbled. He’d thought she’d be ready in half an hour, but he’d ended up waiting an extra thirty minutes.
His comnt annoyed her. What does he an, ’tomboy’? I’m a genuine woman, thank you very much! Isn’t it normal for makeup to take so ti? Besides, I’m much faster than most girls. If it were anyone else, he’d be waiting for at least two hours!
Sun Dasheng raised his hands in surrender. This girl has a coback for everything. Better not argue with her.
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